Now, That Was A Close Call.

Boy oh boy. Picky picky. A couple of wimpy airline pilots are complaining because nobody was around at Reagan National airport to hold their hands while they landed. I mean, what's the problem? Afraid of running into another plane? Or maybe they thought a luggage cart might be in the way and somebody's luggage wouldn't arrive on time at the right destination? Hey look at the guy that landed in the river at New York. Nobody was holding his hand, right? If there was, then there was some poor planning there. Who said geese could be in the flight path, anyway? Ya gotta think back to the good old days of flying when pilots sat in open cockpits, held onto the stick and guessed at where the ground was. A little excitement in our lives is good for the constitution. Of course that's not to excuse the tower personnel (or person) in this story. He, or she should have been on duty 24/7. That's what bed pans are for. Any time a single person can't manage flights for a major international airport at our nation's capital, there needs to be an investigation. And wouldn't ya just know it, there are several in progress. You can bet they'll find somebody to blame. You don't suppose there should have been more than one person on duty, do you? Our country can't do a lot of things, but the one thing we can do is to hold hearings in investigations and find fault with somebody. In fact, we can find fault better then any country in the world or in all of history. Hey, even I've been known to point a gnarled finger or two, from time to time. Nothing serious, mind you, but point I do.